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noshitmycroft asked: I have no idea whether you have done a similar request before, but I’d love to see Sherlock and Martin in some sort of angsty hurt/comfort situation, even if it might end up a little OOC. :’3

Sorry, I’m so awful at angst, it kinda…shifted but into just bonding. They are supposed to be University!Sherlock and Teenage!Martin AND prettybirdy979 WAS SO NICE AND WROTE A LITTLE EXTRA FOR ME!

“Freak!” A fist slams into my eye.

“Bastard!” This time into my side. A third punch is thrown but I block it- he has his two punches, I refuse to allow more. Another punch, unexpectedly strong, glances off my forehead. I step back.

“Are you finished?” I ask coldly.

“You are a monster. No wonder no one likes you!” My fellow student screams at me. “You don’t understand love!”

“Neither do you.” I retort and dodge the flailing arm- I refuse to call that a punch.

“You’re unlovable.”

Sherlock was drawn out of his memories by a sharp pain as he knocked the scab off the small cut on his forehead. He swore under his breath as he dropped the brush in his hand and reached for the tissues.

The door opened behind him and he froze.

“Sherlock!” Martin exclaimed as he entered the room they were sharing and noticed Sherlock. “What happened?”

Sherlock met his brother’s eyes in the mirror. He was still attempting stop the bleeding of the small cut on his forehead, hands full of bloody tissue. Below the mirror was a large supply of makeup, some of which was all over his hands.

“A minor disagreement.” Sherlock said. “It’s nothing. A few more minutes and you would have never known it happened.”

“Sherlock, you’re bleeding!” Martin said, still focused on the cut. “Here, let me!”

He moved across the room and pushed his older brother on his bed. Sherlock tried to lock his limbs so Martin couldn’t move him. But Martin accidentally knocked into his left side, specifically the bruise there and he winced which allowed Martin to gain the momentum to move him.

Sherlock sat on the bed, glaring at Martin as his brother grabbed the first aid supplies Sherlock had been using and sat beside him.

“Now, hold still.” He said, as Sherlock deliberately turned his head.

“I don’t need your help.” Sherlock winced again as Martin managed to put a glaze on the cut. Martin kept his hand over the glaze as he tried to place a piece of tape on it to keep it in place.

“I’m offering anyway.” He muttered. “Who did this?”

“Someone who disagrees with my assessment of their girlfriend’s fidelity. Considering they are cheating, I merely commented that her actions were no worse than his. He disagreed.” Sherlock hid a wince as Martin brushed his black eye while attempting to get the second piece of tape to stick.

“Why did they have to hit you though?” Martin said. “You’re only pointing out facts.They shouldn’t cheat- hold still!”

“I’m fine!” Sherlock declared. “I can handle it myself.”

“Why are you hiding these injuries though? Normally you just use them as a mark of how stupid everyone else is.” Martin muttered as he reached for a bandaid and began to run his fingers through Sherlock’s hair checking for other injuries.

“I saw no reason to concern you.” Sherlock said, looking the other way.

Martin had put the bandaid between his teeth as he checked for further injuries and could not reply.

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noshitmycroft asked: I have no idea whether you have done a similar request before, but I’d love to see Sherlock and Martin in some sort of angsty hurt/comfort situation, even if it might end up a little OOC. :’3

Sorry, I’m so awful at angst, it kinda…shifted but into just bonding. They are supposed to be University!Sherlock and Teenage!Martin AND prettybirdy979 WAS SO NICE AND WROTE A LITTLE EXTRA FOR ME!

“Freak!” A fist slams into my eye.

“Bastard!” This time into my side. A third punch is thrown but I block it- he has his two punches, I refuse to allow more. Another punch, unexpectedly strong, glances off my forehead. I step back.

“Are you finished?” I ask coldly.

“You are a monster. No wonder no one likes you!” My fellow student screams at me. “You don’t understand love!”

“Neither do you.” I retort and dodge the flailing arm- I refuse to call that a punch.

“You’re unlovable.”

Sherlock was drawn out of his memories by a sharp pain as he knocked the scab off the small cut on his forehead. He swore under his breath as he dropped the brush in his hand and reached for the tissues.

The door opened behind him and he froze.

“Sherlock!” Martin exclaimed as he entered the room they were sharing and noticed Sherlock. “What happened?”

Sherlock met his brother’s eyes in the mirror. He was still attempting stop the bleeding of the small cut on his forehead, hands full of bloody tissue. Below the mirror was a large supply of makeup, some of which was all over his hands.

“A minor disagreement.” Sherlock said. “It’s nothing. A few more minutes and you would have never known it happened.”

“Sherlock, you’re bleeding!” Martin said, still focused on the cut. “Here, let me!”

He moved across the room and pushed his older brother on his bed. Sherlock tried to lock his limbs so Martin couldn’t move him. But Martin accidentally knocked into his left side, specifically the bruise there and he winced which allowed Martin to gain the momentum to move him.

Sherlock sat on the bed, glaring at Martin as his brother grabbed the first aid supplies Sherlock had been using and sat beside him.

“Now, hold still.” He said, as Sherlock deliberately turned his head.

“I don’t need your help.” Sherlock winced again as Martin managed to put a glaze on the cut. Martin kept his hand over the glaze as he tried to place a piece of tape on it to keep it in place.

“I’m offering anyway.” He muttered. “Who did this?”

“Someone who disagrees with my assessment of their girlfriend’s fidelity. Considering they are cheating, I merely commented that her actions were no worse than his. He disagreed.” Sherlock hid a wince as Martin brushed his black eye while attempting to get the second piece of tape to stick.

“Why did they have to hit you though?” Martin said. “You’re only pointing out facts.They shouldn’t cheat- hold still!”

“I’m fine!” Sherlock declared. “I can handle it myself.”

“Why are you hiding these injuries though? Normally you just use them as a mark of how stupid everyone else is.” Martin muttered as he reached for a bandaid and began to run his fingers through Sherlock’s hair checking for other injuries.

“I saw no reason to concern you.” Sherlock said, looking the other way.

Martin had put the bandaid between his teeth as he checked for further injuries and could not reply.

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